Salvatore (dark Mafia Romance) | By Natasha Knight

Salvatore leaned forward, the light catching the sharp edge of his jaw. He reached out, his gloved fingers tracing the line of her throat, feeling the frantic skip of her pulse.

"I’m not a thing you can just buy, Salvatore," she whispered, her voice trembling despite the fire in her gaze. Salvatore (Dark Mafia Romance) by Natasha Knight

The study smelled of expensive bourbon and old blood—a scent that had followed Salvatore Vitale since the day he was born. He didn't just rule the city; he owned the shadows that lived within it. Salvatore leaned forward, the light catching the sharp

Across the mahogany desk, she sat like a broken porcelain doll. Lucia. Her eyes were wide, a frantic shade of amber that made something dark and possessive stir in his chest. Her father had gambled away his life, and she was the currency used to settle the debt. The study smelled of expensive bourbon and old

"You aren't a purchase, Lucia," he rasped, his voice a low, dangerous velvet. "You’re a forfeit. Your father gave me your hand, but make no mistake—I intend to take your heart, your breath, and every secret you’re hiding. You belong in my world now. And in my world, there is no escape. Only me."

He watched the tear track down her cheek, and for the first time in years, the monster inside him didn't want to destroy. It wanted to keep.